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Chang'E: The Planet and Backstory


Chang'E was a hub, a place where people across the galaxy would come to trade and gather for festivals to ring in each season of harvest or holiday. Over the years as visitors from far and wide came to the planet, the culture and type of festivals changed as people would choose to stay behind and make their homes or open up new shops to expand the bazaars.

As the senshi, it was Shānlóng's duty to travel and invite important visitors and merchants from all over while negotiating trade options with various planets. It was a duty he'd been learning about since he was young and one that he enjoyed. Always acting as an example of a trustworthy and kind envoy, he helped set new things in motion to allow for other goods to pour into the market.

The problems came as the new influx of goods outweighed his ability to scrutinize things with the rest of the merchants to make sure no harmful substances or invasive species were making their way in. Unfortunately, that meant that things like currency weren't looked over, something as simple as a metal coin would prove to be the downfall of the homeworld he'd worked hard on.

It started with one coin, seemingly moving from the pile of its own will. It called to people and as the new and foreign currency spread throughout the markets, things started to change. Fighting began, hoarding began, and people were trading resources for these metal coins. Once enough of them made their way into the homes of the people of the city, the truth of the coins became clear. Getting up, each coin had been infused with chaos. They fed off the people slowly, weakening them while pushing the thought through that only the coins mattered. People were starving, not willing to spend the coins on food to eat or keep themselves alive. The more energy each coin drained, the more chaos it could manifest, allowing it to also create legs to scurry around and look for new targets to drain and leave behind those that have been tapped out of energy.

Shānlóng found himself stuck, unable to reach out to any of the worlds that had benefitted from the open borders and trade deals that had been written. Try as he might he couldn't get the masses to cast the coins aside, even the government and council that had supported him before cast him out because he was a threat to the shining metal they were amassing. The coins couldn't get to him, couldn't convince him to take them to his home and so they wanted him out.

Wandering across the planet, he watched as the people started to die all while clutching those coins in a death grip. Once the cities fell, the rural outskirts who had been unaffected moved in to take advantage of the luxuries they hadn't had before. It was a cycle as more and more of the remaining people moved in and took over only to fall to the same fate. It was a cycle that only he saw, generation after generation until the last person had died. There had been food for a while until the soil itself seemed to give up as well but after the last person fell Shānlóng found himself struggling as he wandered every corner he could reach. He was alive, which almost felt like a curse because of what he had to see, but he couldn't get it out of his head that maybe he could have done something. That he still wanted to do something because it couldn't end like this.

So when a pull broke from another world through the chaos that had suffocated his world, the first feeling of the outside at all, he followed it to try and find a way to fix things.

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